Katya Braginskya walked confidently into her new classroom. It was her first day as a kindergarten teacher at the World Elementary School, a job perfect for her sunny and kind disposition. Setting her cup of coffee down on the brand new light wood desk, she surveyed the classroom. There were easels and paint in one corner, and a large round rug in the middle of the room. The picture books were neatly shelved, the stuffed animals clean. Small tables for lunch were by the north windows, and round tables for work were located around the room.
As she was looking around, a brown haired young woman with a small yellow flower tucked behind one ear strode in. She held out her hand in a friendly gesture.
"Elizabeta Héderváry, teacher of class K-2." She said. "Katya Braginskiya, class K-1." The Ukrainian teacher responded. "Nice to meet you. I heard you got the class from hell this year." "Oh?" said the blond, wondering what her co-worker could possibly mean. "Yeah. The kids in your class are nothing but trouble. They're either physco or hyper beyond belief. I hope you're up to it." With this, the other teacher left the room. Taking a sip of her coffee, Katya wondered if what the other had said was true…